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I was moving through the darkness and got struck by pouring down rain. A dude was running through the street when he was taken out by military snipers. I began to go out into the street until I got struck by lightning. It all started when I was back at the house fixing my early morning coffee for my CEO interview. I got into my Charger to head out to the office. As I was driving a malicious car followed me down 6 streets. I got worried when I was approached at my office by a armed robber.
…and I immediately regretted my choice of a sound-proof, top-floor office. Not the security guards would have paid him much attention; they were too busy bleeding on the buffed wood floors or cowering under polished desks. His black skimask, though stereotypical, was still frightening. Yellow, bloodshot eyes glared out of the frayed eyeholes, as he leveled his gun at my chest. It was a beauty: still gleaming from the production line, fitted with a silencer and an extra magazine – completely at odds with the robber’s disheveled appearance. Who armed him? And why? I straightened my tie reflexively and prepared to bargain – a large enough figure could sway even the most revenge bent of criminals. “Now,”I said, splaying my fingers on the mahogany desk, “what can the CFO of IntellaCorp do for you?”